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“Hey Edda!” A clear voice rang through the dusty room. A girl, maybe her early twenties turned to the sound of the voice, her blind eyes searching. “Kruez..” She said smiling--Easily recognizing his voice. She felt the air shift as he moved gracefully across the room, sitting down near her in one of the many chairs.

“Man,” He sighed, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair, all the way down through the ponytail at the back of his neck. “Long day?” The pale girl guessed. Kruez looked at her, knowing her brown eyes didn’t see him back. “Digging and some more digging.” He muttered, closing his eyes for a moment. He often found himself regretful when he looked to long into her visionless eyes.

“We just keep digging deeper, don’t we?” Edda spoke again. She felt his anxiety as it weight the air in the room. “Don’t the others know, that the farther down we go, the worse the earthquakes will hurt us?” She muttered, running a pale, fragile hand across her eyes gently as they closed under her light touch. “It’ll only cause more pain.” She added once she’d traced all of the tiny scars that laid their home near her right eye. Kruez looked down.

“Don’t worry, Sweetie.” He said, heaving himself up out of the chair. “I’m gonna hit the sack.” He spoke as he gently kissed her across the cheek. She blushed a little, smiling. The tang of dirt and sweat clung to his body. “Alright.” She nodded as he left her side.

“Sleep tight, Sweetie.” He called, heading out of the home. It was almost lights out. Another day wasted to the night in this pit, Kruez thought grimly. He hated it here. More and more, and even more after the earthquake that took his beloved Edda’s sight. It pained her, and he didn’t like to see her in pain. He could see how badly she missed the sight of even the smallest, boring things people take for granted.

He sighed again as he walked towards the shower house to clean himself off. “Least she hasn’t noticed…” He chuckled to himself as he got into the shower. He’d been working extra hours. Not for extra pay or food-- But for his own plans. And his plan was almost done, and he could set it into motion soon.

Smiling to himself, he climbed out of the shower, shaking his hair as drops of water dotted the walls around him. “Tomorrow.” he grinned, leaving the shower house quickly to his home, sneaking through the dark tunnels of the night, one last time….